Reflecting

I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately because one of my high school friends died.  She was 22 years old; she was my age.  She, like I, was just starting the ‘productive’ part of my life.  I have realized my own mortality in a more concrete way than ever before and I think I am ok with it.  I don’t want to move on to the next great adventure anytime soon; yet, I think that when my time comes I will be ready.  I have not yet accomplished all that I want with my life, but at least I have had a good start to the journey.  I would just wish for my family and friends to be able to move on, to enjoy life and remember all the good time.  Oh, and everyone would have to wear construction worker orange to remember me.  :D

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